Balls: The Complete Players Collection (Sports Romance Box Set)

by Teagan Kade

  A reluctant “We will, but this really can’t wait. She’s a liability.”

  That put me right off. “Are you fucking serious? She’s an asset and you two damn well know it. Hell, if it wasn’t for her we’d be three games down and digging ourselves deeper. She’s a fucking rockstar. You’ve seen how the fans love her.”

  Allie: “It’s not just the fans, is it, Scott?”

  I spun to face the stadium. “Oh, fuck off.”

  Tripp tried to speak but was again interrupted by Allie. “You’re telling me there’s nothing going on between you two, that she hasn’t been staying at your place?”

  Fucking Wanda. “That’s not the point here.”

  Allie’s voice escalated. “Christ, you don’t have to make this so hard, Scott. She’ll go quietly, we’ll bring in the backup goalie…”

  “We don’t have a backup goalie.”

  “Actually…” began Tripp.

  I could practically hear Allie digging her elbow into his side. “We do,” she said, confident as can be. “We’ve had Peters on retainer since the beginning of the season.”

  It was a bombshell, sure, but my sheer rage was deflecting the bulk of the blast.

  “Peters?” I laughed. “Poor prick couldn’t catch a cold and you’ve had him on fucking retainer? Is this some kind of sick joke? Which is beside the point anyway because you both know damn well suspension without cause is against Rae’s contract.”

  Allie lost her composure, snippety and snap-like. “You’re protecting her. Admit it, you’re in a relationship.”

  I heard Tripp trying to appeal to Allie, but she was too far gone. “Admit it!” she yelled.

  “Fine!” I screamed back, “I’m fucking her brains out. Is that what you wanted to hear? Is it?”

  And the smugness that followed was so syrupy sweet I could almost hear Allie gagging on it. “You’ve crossed the line, Scott. You’re on probation until further notice, and you can kiss coaching next season goodbye.”

  I looked up into the swirling snow shaking my head. “You don’t want to do this.”

  “It’s done. Suspend Rae or—”

  “Or what?” I snapped. “Is Wanda behind this?”

  The last thing I expected to hear was Wanda, but there she was, clear as a crystal bell. “Scott, please. This is for the best.”

  If I could have launched myself through the phone, I would have, but all I could do was stomp around outside. "You know what, Wanda? I’m never going to be with you again. Can you get that through your thick skull of yours? We’re fucking done, finished. We have been for a long time. You’re fucking deluded if you think otherwise,” and I hung up, tossing the phone as far as I could and listening as it thudded back to earth somewhere in the distance.

  I grabbed my head with both hands and grunted, because this shitshow just became an All-Star event.

  *

  I knocked on Rae’s hotel room door, surprised when she answered in a robe, her cheeks flushed and wet but her eyes resolute.

  “You weren’t answering my calls?”

  She stepped aside and pointed to the dresser where her cell was submerged in a glass of water.

  “Right,” I smiled. “Can I come in?”

  I didn’t know why this felt so strange, how this sudden ice wall had sprung up between us, but it was there alright — an unbreakable barrier as visible as it was invisible.

  Rae took a seat on the bed, her knees clasped tightly together and her hands folded. “That wasn’t the right call, to keep me on the bench.”

  I sat down beside her, my weight causing the mattress of the bed to fold under me. “You’re probably right. We lost, didn’t we? But we’ve got bigger problems, I’m afraid.”

  “My tits and ass were shown live and I’ve got bigger problems?” She sniffed. “A-ha.”

  “We have bigger problems,” I corrected, “and to be fair that footage was so dark it might have been a well-lit pear and a couple of melons.”

  “You’re calling my breasts a couple of melons?”

  “Firm, delicious melons, yes.” I couldn’t help but smile at the absurdity of it all.

  I could see Rae relaxing, her hands reaching for the edge of the bed. “Fruit break aside, what are we dealing with?”

  “Allie and Tripp called, Wanda horning in with perfect timing.”

  “What did they say?”

  I didn’t want to tell Rae, to break it to her like this, but it was better she hear it from me. “They want you out. They’re putting you on suspension. They’re putting me on probation.”

  “Why?”

  She genuinely didn’t know. “Because I told them they were making a big mistake, on both counts.”

  Rae was shaking her head trying to comprehend it. Her russet hair sat around her shoulders. I could smell the shampoo she used, the botanical tones of it. It was making me hard simply breathing her in.

  “So, let me get this completely straight. If this all happened to a guy, if it was Liam or Jensen’s pale ass up on that Jumbotron, would they be suspended? Would they be put through this?”

  I shook my head. “No.”

  I could see she was angry, but I could also see the meekness and defeat slipping away to be replaced by something else, a thirst. A thirst for revenge. “You look like you want to fight.”

  And there was the smile I loved so much, that smallest of kinks at the end of her mouth that signaled mischief, mayhem and cock-stiffening madness all at once. It was the Rae I knew from the ice, from the bedroom — ready and primed for action.

  “I don’t just want to fight. I want to fuck ’em where it hurts.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh at this sudden burst of profanity from such a petite and perfect mouth. “And where would that be, mon cheri?”

  She simply rubbed her hands together in response.

  I nodded back knowingly. “Ticket sales, prompted by a public backlash?”

  Rae pushed herself up and threw a leg over my lap, her arms around my neck and the hot heat of her crotch pressing against my cock. “To start.”

  I reached down and took hold of her ass, a cheek filling each hand. “Sounds like a plan.”

  She looked over my lips, the pink tip of her tongue darting out for air, brushing ever so slightly against her upper lip. “And one more thing. I’m so tired of being discreet, of downplaying what we have here.”

  It was exactly what I wanted to hear. “As am I. I want the world to know I’m your man.”

  “You are?” she giggled, reaching between her legs to find the rocky outline there trying to fight its way through my pants. “Huh, yeah. I guess you are.”

  She stroked me softly, grinding down against her hand and the head of my cock. “We’ve got nothing else to lose, right?”

  “Only our dignity,” I replied, flipping us over and pinning her to the bed, her gown flowering open and revealing the pink saucers floating top of the pillowy mounds of her breasts, the stiff peaks of her nipples pointing to the ceiling.

  Her hand found its way past my waistband and boxers, pulling on the silky shaft of my cock. “Dignity’s overrated.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  SCOTT

  I leaned in and barely brought my lips to hers, kissing my way from her mouth, grazing past her jaw and down her neck.

  I looked back at her when I met her collarbone, could see those eyes alive with heat and urgency.

  My suit had long since evaporated, strewn to the side.

  Her hands ran up my chest and stomach, the kiss broken above while she fell to her knees in front of me. She reached up and pulled at the elastic of my boxers, slowly dragging them down my legs so I could step out.

  My cock was right in front of her perfect face.

  I’d wanted women in the past, but this was different. If something happened, if I couldn’t be inside her tonight, I was pretty fucking sure my dick would simply shrivel up and die.

  She kissed my stomach and ran a hot trail from my navel to the b
ase of my shaft.

  The second I slid into her mouth a bolt of sensation fired up my spine, kicking my hips forward. “Fuck. Me,” I breathed out.

  She drew me away and giggled. “I don’t think I have the appropriate anatomy for that, sorry.”

  I tangled my fingers in her hair and bumped my length against her lips.

  She laughed. “Very well then,” taking hold of my cock and placing it back inside her mouth.

  I groaned as her head bobbed forward and back. She looked up at me and that sight, her wet eyes and mouth covering my cock, almost forced an early ejaculation.

  I groaned and held on, slowly rocking against her.

  There was a shout from the hallway, what sounded like a gunshot outside, but it could have been Armageddon out there for all I cared.

  The deeper she took me into the back of her throat, the more vocal I became in my appreciation, gradually flipping through every profanity I had on file.

  She moved her hand from my cock to my backside, gripping my ass with both hands and doing her best to push me even deeper into her mouth.

  Everyone knows the secret to good sex is enthusiasm, and Rae was dishing it up in spades — like her fucking life depended on getting me off.

  My fingers were knotted in her hair. I hummed and groaned, started begging her to let me inside her.

  Then I simply got sick of begging.

  I backed up and lifted her under the arms to her feet, causally spinning her by the hips and forcing her over the bed.

  She lay there with bright eyes and let her knees fall apart, the puffy apex of her pussy a thing of such unbridled beauty I actually had to force myself to take a breath.

  Fuck this, I thought.

  I grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed, flipping her over with one hand so she was on her stomach. I pressed my chest against her back, my wet cock nestled between her ass cheeks and my mouth against the shell of her ear.

  “Coach Bausch,” she moaned. “What are you doing?”

  I replied by gathering my index and middle fingers together, running them into my mouth and then slipping my hand between the mattress and Rae’s stomach. I reached downwards until my fingers found the pink, swollen mouth of her sex.

  She moaned below me. Oh, yes. The sheets were going to be fucking soaked after this.

  I took my time, enjoying the way she hummed when I kissed the pale skin behind her ear. “I’m going to fuck you now,” I whispered. “Would you like that?”

  She cooed in response, nodding her approval.

  I reached for a pillow from the top of the bed, lifted her hips up and guided it below so her backside was higher, gradually feeding the full length of my cock into the slick grip of her pussy.

  It was like fucking silk inside her, a red carpet for my cock.

  We both groaned as I started slow and in control, picking up the pace and allowing her to arch her back against me, bucking her hips and begging me to go deeper.

  I brought her hair together between the blades of her back. She reached for the sheets, gripping them tight while I rocked against her. The feel of her body underneath me, her bare ass rounded out against my abs, was incredible. All I wanted was to get closer, take her deeper and harder until her cries filled the room and she came around me.

  But it wasn’t until I reached down to touch her with my fingers, her hair fanning back against her shoulders, she let herself go, a guttural groan following.

  I raked the hair back from the side of her face. I wanted to see her expression, the way her features pulled tight when I ground down inside her.

  I was wound up like a coiled spring, tight and tense and ready to let go, but I kept it together and fucked her harder, the sluicing sound of my cock filling the room.

  “That’s it,” I told her, concentrating on her clit, “keep moaning for me, baby. Let me know how good it feels.”

  I could barely speak myself, breathless, overwhelmed. I was so caught up in Rae, in this moment, that the greater world had slipped away into little more than a black dot in my periphery. All I could think about was Rae, the way she was flapping below me, the wet grip of her pussy around my cock, my fingers slippery with her arousal.

  It sent me hammering deeper, every single thrust driving her hard into the mattress, a shockwave running from the top of my head to my toes. I gritted my teeth and bore down, growling like a wounded animal as I drove myself into her.

  She screamed and I was seconds away from losing my load.

  I drew myself up, my cock sliding up against her asshole.

  She reached back behind herself and spread her cheeks, the head of my cock starting to slip past the tight ring there; she was so fucking wet.

  “Do it,” she moaned.

  “Are you sure?”

  She pushed back against me, which was all the permission I needed.

  I barely had to do a thing, inching forward, her ass literally pulling my cock into it, into that insanely tight heat of her rear passage.

  She buried her face in the mattress and groaned long, deep and loud.

  I drove forward, burying the final inch of my cock into her backside, amazed at how insanely tight it was, the intense way it gripped and drew my length in.

  She gasped when I pulled back, one hand on her ass, the other running slow figure-eights around her clit.

  I lost it. The control I’d had was gone. I fucked her hard and without pity, rearing back and spearing down over and over, her entire body bouncing up to meet my thrusts.

  She screamed and moaned, everything a haze until the sounds subsided and her body went rigid. That’s when I felt her come, all the way from her ass to her pussy, a series of convulsions so strong they almost expelled my cock from her body completely.

  But I held on, one final thrust signaling my own release.

  My body twitched and my orgasm took me, an endless stream that forced my buttocks together and snapped my head back each time my cock fired.

  Spent, I collapsed beside her, breathless but smiling.

  I could see her face, see the exact same flushed, startled expression on it I wore myself, but I’d never expected that.

  I brushed damp hair from her face. “You’re perfect, you know. Completely fucking perfect in every way.”

  “You know what they say about perfection,” she smiled.

  “What’s that?”

  “Perfection’s not about doing extraordinary things, but doing ordinary things extraordinarily well.”

  I had to laugh. “Baby, there was nothing ordinary about that.”

  She laughed, and fuck me it was so good to see her smiling. “You can say that again.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  RAE

  I woke early and spent literally an hour simply staring at Scott, at the lines of his face and body, half-obscured by the sheet that had somehow wrapped around him in the night. That shouldn’t have come as any surprise, however, given how active we were. Maybe the larger world didn’t know we were a thing, but I was pretty damn sure everyone in this hotel did by now.

  I slipped out of bed quietly and found my robe. Last night had energized me, filled me with a need for action.

  I fished my cell from the glass of water and switched it on, surprised to find it was working perfectly. I took it into the bathroom and made the first call to my father. Naturally, he wanted to discuss what happened, but I did my best to brush it aside and get what I needed: Greg, my ex’s, phone number.

  The screen of my cell seemed extra-bright in the small space of the bathroom, Greg’s number already punched in. My finger hovered over the ‘Call’ button. But why? I realized. Why should I be the one on the back foot here?

  I hit ‘Call’ and waited.

  “Yeah,” came the yawning voice on the other end of the line. “It’s fucking early. What do you want?”

  “I want your balls, Greg. I want them in a pretty little box so I can keep them for slapshot practice.”

  Now he was awak
e. “Rae?”

  “You better believe it.”

  “Shit,” he said. “How did you…” He didn’t finish the sentence.

  “You think of this all yourself, big boy?”

  He was on the back foot alright. “Look, look, this woman, chick, whatever called me up, asking about you and shit, said you were friends. She was nice.

  My spidey senses were really starting to tingle.

  “I told her there was that box here you still hadn’t picked up,” Greg continued, running his words together. “She said she’d do it, give it to you and all, even paid me for the privilege.”

  I knew Greg was dumb, but of the two brains cells he did have one must have abandoned ship. “You say anything about the tape?”

  “Sure, told her there was a private tape in there, for your eyes only, of course, that kind of thing. She asked if it was the only copy.”

  I couldn’t help but shake my head. “You knew she wasn’t a friend of mine, didn’t you?”

  When he failed to answer, I repeated. “Didn’t you?”

  “Fine, yes, fuck. I just wanted to make a buck. I’m doing rough here.”

  Daddy’s money must have dried up. “If a single copy more shows up I’m going sue your ass so hard you’ll be shitting legal papers for all eternity.”

  “Babe,” he said, that term of endearment enough to make me want to skin him alive, “you’ve been on the internet right? There’s a zillion copies out there already.”

  Of course, I knew that full well, knew I couldn’t change it. “Expect a knock on your door soon, Greg,” I told him, hanging up and placing the cell on the vanity like it was suddenly plastic poison.

  I exited the bathroom and straight into the rocky abs of one Scott Bausch.

  “Morning, beautiful,” he said, eyes a-gleam and hair rustled just right. “Everything okay? Sounds like you were reaming someone out in there. Thought you’d snapped, started speaking to the faucet.”

  I placed my hand just above his belly button where I could feel the faint ba-boom, ba-boom of his heart above. “My ex, actually.”